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Rating: 3.4

Make and be eaten, the poet says,
Lie in the arms of nightlong fire,
To celebrate the waking, wake.
Burn in the daylong light; and praise
Even the mother unappeased,
Even the fathers of desire.

Blind go the days, but joy will see
Agreements of music; they will wind
The shaking of your dance; no more

Will the ambiguous arm-waves spell
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Dr Antony Theodore 10 October 2019

Only and finally declare Among the purest shapes of grace The waking of the face of fire, The body of waking and the skill To make your body such a shape That all the eyes of hope shall stare. a very fine poem. tony

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Susan Williams 11 February 2016

Listen to her voice, I think this woman has much to teach us be we man or woman. The first thing she teaches is to Engage. To be a writer, we must dive into life. Get burned if necessary. To quote Muriel, we must “Breathe-in experience, breathe-out poetry.” There is no place for disinterest and detachment in our lives.. A writer, indeed a human being, must symbolically inhale what happens around him/her.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 11 February 2016

My love start fiery as grass Wherever burn my fantasies. Amazing song. Thanks for sharing.10 points.

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Edward Kofi Louis 11 February 2016

With fantasies as needed to move us on. Nice work.

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